Tar baby

Sisu blogs on Terri Schiavo:

The intolerable-life argument has support from many doctors and bioethicists. They claim that a person can be “socially dead” even when their brains can engage in some functions. By “socially dead” they mean that the patient is no longer a person in some sense. At this point their argument gets a bit fuzzy because they must somehow define what is a “person” and a “non-person.” That is no easy matter.

If the new bioethic standard for an intolerable life is “socially dead”, then we’re soon going to see mass emigration on the part of engineers and programmers that will rival the Irish fleeing the potato famines. Not that scintillating conversationalists who habitually frequent cocktail parties will ever notice….

A number of you have asked me why I haven’t commented on the Schiavo case. There’s a few reasons, the primary one is that I don’t find it either surprising or very interesting. What else would you expect once the usual drums began booming and it became obvious that the step from abortion to euthanasia was in the cards? Second, I view this as a lose-lose situation. Increasing central government power in order to save “just one life” strikes me as the usual liberal-socialist tactic and doing the wrong thing for the right thing usually doesn’t turn out very well. If it is determined that the ultimate power over life and death rests with the federal government, well, that just doesn’t sound very positive at all.

In the end, I suppose I see this sort of thing as a tar baby trap for conservatives.

Mailvox: Don’t blaspheme Bush

BR demands repentance:

You should read the prophecies of God regarding America. He already said He is going to save us from the worldwide temptation in the Book of Revelation. He said a lot of other wonderful things, too, like He is destroying our enemies and getting rid of the corruption. He also said He is going to expose those who unjustly attack President Bush, so you better be careful what you say about the President and start praying for our country instead. Also, don’t forget – Jesus will be back in about 50 years or so. Europe has a different destiny from us, too, don’t forget. Just read Ezekiel Chapters 38 and 39.

I should say this takes Three Monkeyism to impressive new heights.

An amusing coda

I received a science fiction novel in the post yesterday – presumably due to my time on the Nebula Jury – and on the back the plot was described thusly, in yellow capital letters, no less:


Note that this is a book published by the very same company for which the hosts of Electrolite are editors. That being said, I must acknowledge that the fact that the author’s name is Susan doesn’t necessarily indicate it was actually written by a woman.

Mailvox: Bobby Knight on immigration

An old-timer’s spin:

Your 38 yr. scenario doesn’t bother me; I’m 62, now, and I still, smoke drink, gamble, go to topless bars and carry a handgun. I really don’t expect to live to be 100. Maybe we can rent one of those small planes to fly over GW’s ranch, trailing a banner that says,”ARTICLE IV, SECT. 4″, U.S.CONSTITUTION. That way GW can say to his old, terrorist-looking pal, Vicente, “Gee, podner, I’d like to help you’all, but that pesky old Constitution of mine says “Government must defend us against invasion”.

I will be very disappointed though, that I never got the chance to take target practice at these illegals crossing the border, down here, in San Diego. Or, watching the Liberal pols and media wring their hands as we arrest all of the illegals in midnite sweeps, larvae and all. But, I’ll probably never be able to legitimately dunk a basketball, either.

We can only hope that more of the Illegal women coming over look like Salma Hayek….

The best bit is that last “probably”. Hope does spring eternal….

All the fiction that’s fit to print

Armstrong Williams catches out the Post:

Exhibit A: The Washington Post recently printed a false story about me: In its Sunday Style section, the Post claimed that I was ridiculed at the Gridiron Club dinner, an annual dinner/roast where a wild pack of journalists gulp drinks and skewer their colleagues.

The Post claimed I was the target of some roasting, to the tune of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Sweet Home Alabama.” The song has this chorus: ‘Sweet Home Alabama, where the skies are so blue / Sweet Home Alabama, Lord I’m coming home to you.’ The Post reported that as part of a skit, performers at the Gridiron club changed the lyrics into:

“Armstrong’s propaganda It sounds so true He’ll tout our agenda When the check goes through”

Funny stuff. Just one thing: the event never took place. The Gridiron had planned to do the skit, but ended up dropping it from the program. This is where things get real interesting. The Post not only reports that the skit took place, but that it was a rousing success: “It was really pretty darned funny, we are told. . . .”

Really? Told by whom? Certainly not by anyone actually in attendance at the event. All of which begs the question, did the Post reporter who concocted the story even attend the event, or did he just use an outdated program to cobble the story together? And where do you get the gall to create a reaction that never happened? I can understand putting a story outline together in advance of an event so as to better enable you to meet tight deadlines. But how do you create an audience reaction? How do you simply make up part of the news you’re supposed to be objectively recording?

But, but, if it’s in the newspaper, it must be true! Remember, these are the same people who very publicly worry about accuracy and bias in the blogosphere. If I were a large black woman, this is the point at which I would say: Mmm-hmmmm….

Much respect

71 – Wisconsin
62 – Bucknell

Well, the Orange and the Blue made a game of it. Good on them. It was a no-lose situation, since knocking off a big name program like Kansas is about as good as it gets for a small school in March. But McNaughton is only a sophmore, so as the White Buffalo says, next year we’re going ALL THE WAY.